To strip everything bare, to get rid of all the façades your put on. To burn your clothes, accessories and everything you own. To have nothing left but yourself.
To expose exactly who you are on your skin and to be vulnerable, but sure of everything you know.
To escape. Run away. Make a fresh start. New.
To recreate a you that is untainted by well, the world.
To recreate a you that is untainted by well, the world.
"Life feels like a music box, I'm spinning round slowly and I can't get off."
It repeats and repeats and repeats, continuing indefinitely while you dance to the melody played.
Whether or not my interpretation is wayy off the actual message/emotions/ideas that Newton Faulkner intended to convey, this is currently my favourite song. It hits home.
What am I doing, analysing the words in a song? I must miss English. Ha.
Whether or not my interpretation is wayy off the actual message/emotions/ideas that Newton Faulkner intended to convey, this is currently my favourite song. It hits home.
What am I doing, analysing the words in a song? I must miss English. Ha.
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